Chapter 21 Indirect kissing will produce saliva.

Inside the exhibition hall, one painting after another displays vibrant colors.

The colors are mostly pink, red, white, and yellow, like a canvas soaked in springtime passion, perfectly matching the theme of "Peach Blossom Lovers".

As Sang Li walked, she ate her ice cream with her head down, like a child who had received his favorite candy, humming a cheerful, self-composed tune.

No, Lu Jin felt like a little animal that had just been rewarded, its tail held high.

Or, to put it another way, the little animal in the game that has just received a reward and leveled up.

Sang Li exclaimed, "I think you're like Doraemon, able to conjure up anything. There's no one more perfect than you in this world. When I post a series of pictures, I'm sure a lot of people will envy me. Look how high the scalpers are driving up ticket prices right now."

Lu Jin was overjoyed by the praise, but still calmly replied, "Of course I will take good care of you."

"I will definitely work hard to repay your great kindness!" Sang Li clenched her fist and made a gesture of encouragement.

Judging from his tone, it sounds like he's going to be taken care of in his old age.

Lu Jin's eyes darkened slightly.

A little bit of cream smeared on the corner of her mouth, white and soft.

Lu Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his body getting hot.

His gaze seemed fixed on it.

Just as Sang Li was about to speak, he suddenly raised his hand and wiped the cream off her lips with his fingertip.

Sang Li froze for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering, but she didn't flinch: "Eh."

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hmm?" Lu Jin said, "Your mouth is dirty."

Sang Li paused for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her ears turned hot: "Oh, it doesn't matter."

She lowered her head and licked her ice cream, not understanding what Lu Jin meant by that.

This person is so strange, it's like they have OCD.

But Lu Jin knew very well that his eyes had become dark and unfathomable.

very good.

In less than a week, Sang Li had adapted to her presence and physical contact.

If it were two unfamiliar colleagues, friends, or strangers, Sang Li would instinctively flinch when she raised her hand.

But just now, she simply stood there motionless, puzzled, yet letting herself be wiped clean without getting angry. Instead, her face was now slightly flushed, and her earlobes a pale pink, much more vibrant than the color of peach blossom ice cream.

"Eat slowly," he said softly.

Sang Li finished eating in no time.

The empty cup was thrown into a trash can on one side of the exhibition hall.

But I still felt like I hadn't had enough.

It gets better and better with each bite, but... the original flavor isn't as good as the mango flavor...

I want to eat it.

She licked her lips and secretly glanced at the half-full cup of mango and peach ice cream in Lu Jin's hand.

Before she could speak, Lu Jin naturally handed her the ice cream he was holding: "Eat it."

Sang Li took it: "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"It was originally bought for you." Lu Jin said casually.

"So I'll finish eating it all?"

"I'll go out and buy more later if I want to eat for a while."

"No, that won't do, it'll give me diarrhea." She gave Lu Jin a bright look and focused on eating.

Lu Jin took a deep breath and watched Sang Li scoop out ice cream spoonful by spoonful.

The cream melted at the corners of her lips, and she unconsciously stuck out her tongue to brush it over, leaving her lips glistening with moisture.

She slowly put the spot she had just touched into her mouth, and the pinkish color melted away along with his reason.

Doesn't she mind that she ate there?

There will be saliva.

She didn't seem to mind at all and ate very happily.

The sweet fragrance mingled with her natural scent, lingering in the air.

Like a soft snake, it spread up to his chest.

Lu Jin felt a tightness in his throat, his breathing became unsteady, his fingers curled slightly, and his lips tightened.

Sang Li noticed Lu Jin looking at her and looked up: "What's wrong?"

Lu Jin was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly, his voice hoarse: "It's nothing."

I just inexplicably remembered that Tang Lan said last time that sharing a bowl of ice cream was a very ambiguous act, no less than kissing.

Kiss?

That's not enough.

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